Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 13:35:06 -0400
From: Blonde Mountaineer
Subject: The NPG Imperative Part II
The NPG Imperative Part II - The Hunger for Str8
Seductions
by Blonde
This is part of a futuristic series and all readers
should read part I to acquaint themselves with
paradigmatic social and physical arrangements defined
in the future. All the usual discliamers apply.
Bearcub frequents a generally straight pool at the
nearby posh hotel to scope for seduction targets. He
seldom swims at the city pool designated for
gifted-only that is clothing optional. He has seen it
all. For some reason, the best looking lesbians are
intimidated by naked men, even though they are
generally uninterested, so he can not even gaze on a
refreshingly different female figure. Predating on
men who have yet to join the fraternity is much more
interesting. Many of the teenage boys are so hot as
they splash about the pool with such youthful vigor,
but at that age they tend to be clannish, so are hard
to separate from their buds even in the most
opportunistic moments for seduction.
With his tough Indian epidermis, he can lay out in the
sun for much longer stretches than most people in our
time of such a reduced ozone layer. This makes him
just a harmless familiar fixture to the hotel guests.
Little do they know.
One afternoon he spotted them. They both approached
the pool with the obligatory beach bag, brimming with
towels and fortified sunscreen. The were both
strawberry blonde with tanning bed tans and they wore
their wedding bands. She was petite with titties to
boot not well concealed under her skimpy bikini top.
In this time, guys no longer wear the below knee
length swim trunks and shorts. Fashionable swimwear
is the briefest emulation of competition bikini thong
speedos and guys pull down the tight up-riding fabric
over the cheeks of their derrieres as much as the
girls. When they chose the chaise lounges just the
other side of the pool from him and this gorgeous new
apparition of male did just that over his perfectly
sculpted cheeks, Bearcub nearly saluted out of his own
brief covering. The reach for a strategic placed
towel prevented any nearby pool loungers from
noticing.
The packed fulsome banana under the thong was well
worth a long gaze as well. One of the sexiest
idiosyncrasies of the time, is often some men are a
little too bushy to be completely covered by such a
brief and tight covering. Not only did the most
charming barely distinguishable sprig peak out from
the top band, but a very distinct dark treasure trail
that started as a lush circle around a deep inny,
separating six pack abs, plunged brazenly into a
surely mesmerizing thicket. But it was not until he
removed his eyeglasses before they stepped
hesitatingly into the pool, revealing stunningly
French blue eyes that could only be the property of a
sensitive and deeply sensual soul, that Bearcub became
enthusiastically committed to "switching" a stunning
new target. "Won't the gifties back at the rooming
house be indebted to me forever." The predator
contemplated his certain and delicious new prey. "He
will be perfect for recruiting other cuties to the
fraternity in the future."
One of the gifted reservation clerks at the hotel
alerted Bearcub that they were newlyweds. "Rats, that
is going to complicate meeting him." He would need
the assistance of his insider clerk friend. Bearcub
always returned the favor by sharing his conquests
with his friend, whether he collaborated with him or
not. The 'out of ice' plan was implemented. When one
of them called to report that the ice maker was on the
blink, Bearcub would leisurely hang about that hallway
of the hotel after the guests were phoned that ice was
available again. The prey could be enticed into an
adjacent elevator and an employee's men's room "for
the kill".
Bearcub pretended that he was another hotel guest in
the sweltering un-air-conditioned hallway. He was
downcast but slightly perplexed when the young wife
stepped out of their suite clad only in a hotel terry
cloth house coat and a towel wrapped around wet hair.
She beamed a friendly smile at him. "Thank God they
have this contraption fixed. They told me they need
to use a computer even to make ice in this day and
age." As she finished filling her thermal bucket, she
turned to him with a quizzical expression. "Excuse me
for being nosey, but are you gifted?"
"Well yes", he answered a little sheepishly.
"Good!" she announced. "Hold this". She thrust the
full bucket into his hands. He nearly dropped the
bucket with astonishment with her next move. She
opened her terry cloth wrap to expose her naked torso
and used both ends in unison to cool herself.
Tittering and giggling, she encouraged him to walk
back to the room with her. "Damn its stuffy in these
halls." Barely able to speak with her mirth, " Here I
am a new bride. I can't believe I just flashed a
cute gifted guy. My new hubby and I have been ssooo
bad our whole honeymoon." Bearcub seldom glances at
nude females but he thought he caught a glimpse of an
exceptionally dark and ample bush for one so outlined
as waxed. Still giggling, "oh my god, if you're lucky
you will be able see my husband still nude after his
shower. He is ssooo gorgeous." She practically
shoved her banded finger into his eye. "Sorry, he's
married, so you can't seduce him.". She then stopped
dead in her tracks with her robe still open, "I'll bet
a cute guy like you is good at that." Before he could
reply, she was shoving him down the hall again. "I
would die before I would ever let any of my girl
friends look at him when he's naked, but I am so proud
of him and want to share him with someone, so you will
have to do."
When they got to the door, he realized that he would
not be able to control himself from seducing him with
her right there. "I am sorry, maybe its best if I went
my own way."
"Oh please. It would mean so much to me." She jumped
like a small girl pleading for candy when the young
husband opened the door, probably curious about the
commotion of his new wife talking with a stranger. He
opened little more than a crack, but enough for
Bearcub to see that he was only clad with a bath towel
around his waist. Again with that hot treasure trail.
"Oh Harry! this is the cute gifted guy I just flashed
in the hallway."
Bearcub waved and started down the hallway. The
titters and giggles would not stop.
"Have I been such a bad girl you are going to have to
spank me again?" That was the last of the commotion
the gifted guy heard before the door closed and all
was silent again.
He thought to himself, "kinky"!
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The next day, Bearcub sat out at the pool again. This
time he intentionally wore no shades. He wanted to be
recognized by his new acquaintances. The newlyweds
did not recognize him across the pool from them until
they settled into their chaise lounges. She beamed
and again like a little girl flitted her small hand in
enthusiastic greeting before she signaled to him to
join them. She rose to hug him as if he were an old
friend. "Wow, you are even more cute just wearing
your pool skivvies." She sat down to drape her arm
around her new husband. "But you are not as hot as
Harry, here. See, what did I tell you?" Harry was a
little too embarrassed when shaking hands to look
(introduced as "Dan") Bearcub in the eye. The wife
prattled on something about how Dan was the first
gifted guy to ever see her naked, loud enough for the
nearest pool loungers to hear her. But Bearcub, with
his large expressive gray eyes sought out eye contact
with Harry anyway. He succeeded in a way that my
readers would think meant a cruise. But in our time,
with 2070 pharmaceuticals and a gifted man as talented
as Bearcub, it was a significantly more profound and
deeply sensual, erotic gesture. Harry's sensitive
blue eyes responded first with a bewildered and
confused expression, but with subsequent piercing
glances from Bearcub, the look shifted to a sort of
hazy enchantment.
The woman among the scantily clad threesome at first
did not notice the special connection between the two.
The predator was encouraged and pleased with the
telltale symptoms of successful seduction from his new
prey: thickening lips, hard pointed nipples, moderate
but not heavy sweating, and a glance at his lap
revealed a thickening but not yet erect banana beneath
its cover. His skin was probably more sensitive than
it had been at anytime since he was a baby. The still
oblivious female carried on about how unfortunate it
was that gifted boys were segregated from the regular
high schools because they were so nice.
Suddenly she took note of her new husband's look of
wander lust. "Oh my God, Harry, you are definitely
taking too much sun this afternoon. Be a doll baby,
Dan, and help me get Harry back to our room." Harry
leaned mostly on the male in his stupor and the wife
did not notice how the pursuer would familiarly caress
Harry up and down his bare back, even daring to sneak
probing fingers and palm under the band of the back of
his swimming brief to grope firm ass cheek.
When they arrived back at their room and poured Harry
in to the bed it was the prey this time who knowingly
focused his sensitive blues at his pursuer. Bearcub
knew that his new conquest would never reveal to the
female what really happened. As he left the room, he
promised he would check on the two of them later.
"Thank you Dan. You are the sweetest doll baby and
best friend we have made since the wedding." She
could not have been more mistaken. The pursuer knew
his victim would leave her without a clue as to his
new whereabouts.
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"The poor baby wants to just sleep in. I know its our
honeymoon and he is the sweetest angel to watch
sleeping, but a girl could get seriously bored. I've
decided to go shopping with a good friend I have in
the town. I hate to impose again, but would you be a
dear heart and knock and check in on him once or twice
while I am away?" BULLSEYE. He nearly drooled with
the understanding that he was cleared for his kill.
"Who is it?" the young naked man gruffly inquired from
the other side of the door.
"Who do you think it is?" replied Bearcub with galling
confidence.
"If it is my big bad wolf, come in you evil minded
devil. Come in and take what it is you yearn for.
The door is unlocked."
Bearcub opened the latch without resistance. The
curtains were drawn shut but he could make out more
than a silhouette of a very fit and toned naked male
of late teens about 6 ' in height. . His rippling
spread eagled limbs were tangled about sheets and
blankets of the large bed. As his eyes adjusted to
the decreased light, the pursuer could make out the
imposing blues of his prey glaring at him with a
wild-eyed expression. He clasped and raised his
pleasing stiff cut 8 incher at the base of his staff
as if he was displaying to his intruder something
remarkable. "No matter how much I beat this thing, I
can't get you out my mind."
"I can show you and your awesomely handsome friend
there many unbelievably fucking good times that that
woman of yours could never equal in a thousand years."
"You are such an evil wizard and nasty queer man son
of a bitch that I can't figure out what I want more --
for me to fuck you, or for you to fuck me."
The pursuer nearly sneered his knowing smile. "And
isn't that a deliciously hot choice you have to make?
Isn't that a more exciting and nut busting place to be
than you would ever find from that wife of yours? You
know that you are sexier than you have ever been
before, than you ever knew was possible. You have the
gift now and you will enjoy amazing pleasures and so
frequently that you would never have imagined
possible, otherwise."
They were both silent for minutes. Bearcub shot him a
"booster": a reinforcing stare with powerful seductive
force. Harry continued to glare at his new partner in
intimacy for minutes before he finally threw up one
well muscled leg in either victory or surrender.
"Well what the fuck are you waiting for. Get yourself
bare assed and get your queer ass over here so that we
can jump bones and get it on."
Bearcub shuffled out of his few loose fitting clothes
in a jiffy and leaped on to the bed directly on his
new partner. The two naked men twitched and writhed
about each other franticly seeking out the new
sensation of close contact between supple and warm
body parts. Within seconds they were thrusting strong
hips on the impulse of inflamed loins, slapping heated
slick-ended man sausages in a wild dance of multiple
impacts. Fierce tongues from the two new lovers
struggled in clashes, each determined to send his down
the throat of the other. Bearcub had the presence of
mind to arrange himself to start sucking on the
simmering sausage and fulsome balls of his partner and
with his lower torso adjacent to Harry's head, he
reached to do the same. They growled and moaned to
the audible lip smacking that accompanied their
delighted affections. When Bearcub probed a strategic
finger into Harry's virgin cavity, the initiate cried
out, "oh please gift man, please stop and fuck my
horny hole. Please poke your hot tool into my hungry
man snatch."
"I will do more than that hot stud. I will fuck your
tight little hole with my wet and hard tongue. That
wife of yours would never fuck you with her yammering
tongue. But you will be fucked with a big slathering
man tongue everyday and twice on Sundays"
The initiate twisted himself on his back in one
athletic jerk. He threw up his legs over his torso
and clenched his hands behind bent knees to keep
superb round cheeks spread and a puckering virgin
starfish to be well exposed for a new raunchy
intimacy. "Ooooo you disgusting perverted pig, taste
my funky hole!" The pursuer moved in with pointed
tongue to the writhing appointed target. He
insinuated his taster by slithering into the resisting
opening with patient but forceful digging movements.
"Yes, you filthy motherfucker!" hissed the entranced
recipient . . . . . "Eat my hole like that."
The tight resistant ring lent itself to a powerful
grip about Bearcub's tongue tip and a seemingly tiny
opening.
"Damn," the aggressive pursuer thought to himself.
"Man snatch, indeed! Imagine what that tight snapper
could do for my throbbing dick." Before Harry had the
opportunity to stave him off, Bearcub clambered over
the virgin and had his pulsing man pole lined up and
ready to poke into the pursued man's inexperienced
orifice. Another hypnotic gaze of magical eye contact
between two sets of intense eyes with two sets of
very dilated pupils and the victim would be ready to
receive his ticket to paradise. No additional lube
would be necessary. The predator thrust his hips to
impale his weapon to the hilt in one single forward
stroke.
"Oooph," allowed the vulnerable virgin, but he never
stopped clasping the backs of his knees to prevent his
pursuer any physical liberty. He was available and
trusting to a teacher in the arts of a whole new
paradigm of intense lovemaking. Wild horses could not
stop the most deeply felt bonds between men. With his
cock deeply buried in cherry ass, Bearcub signaled his
intentions for true passion by raising himself forward
enough to deep kiss his new partner. Again, with that
firm and animated tongue. He lifted himself over his
stretched and filled victim and looked into wide open
soulful eyes for that precious permission to proceed
with long stretching strokes. He detected the sunny
smile break out at the corners just as a very tight
tunnel subtly quivered its approval against impatient
man flesh. The experienced top man started with short
quick and deep thrusts. The initiate focused on every
stroke and fell into a blissful stupor of shallow
respiration and blurred vision. This was no
indignity. It truly was a gift. "Oh thank you gift
man, my hole needs you so much. Fuck it with your hot
cock and don't be afraid to hurt me."
"Your tight cherry ass and its little hole is just
what my horny cock needs. If you aren't careful, I'm
liable to tear it up, I'll fffuuuuckk you ssooo hard".
The first timer nearly screamed out his approval to
such an extreme intention. "Oh yes, pleeeeeeeaaasse!
. . . Drill my horny slutty ass as hard as you
can." Bearcub stroked long and deep, nearly
withdrawing on every backstroke and forcing very hard
on every forward stroke. Even the massive heavy bed
shook to the violent activity. The youth was
genuinely throttled by the assault like motions and he
loved every thrust forward and back. "Ugh! Ugh! Yes!
. . . . . I am your slut. Fuck your slut so
hard like the mean motherfucker you are. Oh please
don't stop. Your whore needs you to fuck her so
much."
Bearcub would pull out to try different techniques for
deeper penetration and harder impact. They fucked
doggy style. Harry spread his knees so his pummeled
ass would be open for best effect. The top fucked his
bottom from behind, spooning him so that his fuzzy
bush would cram into supple very sensitized ass cheeks
with each forward stroke. The most satisfying was
when Bearcub stood on the bed with the gratified new
man upside down resting on his head and shoulders so
his stretched open ass would be open and available to
his standing partner. His outstretched legs and feet
against the headboard of the bed steadied himself so
that he could maintain this partial handstand for as
long as they both wanted to fuck that way. "Ohh,
ugh!," they both grunted. It was a mix of pleasure
and some pain for Harry and therefore the most
enthralling sex he ever enjoyed. Between grunts he
tried to express his new feelings for his new love
mate of the same sex. "Lover boy, if you and that
sweet cock ever leave me, I swear I will hunt you down
and kill you both."
"Not a chance, stud. You are such a hot fuck, I just
can't take it any more." Bearcub forced his deepest
thrust yet into boundless bowels, his loins exploding
into that still firm and pressuring pleasure pit. For
his first time, Harry felt the unsurpassable joy of
the depths of his very viscera be anointed with the
warm splash of a lover's passionate excess soothing
battered linings and prostate. "Oh God, yes," they
cried out. One was almost cynically well experienced
and the other was having his cherry popped for the
first time, but they both were simpatico that "THIS
was living."
They snuggled for just a few minutes when Bearcub
lifted himself and turned his bare ass facing Harry,
"alright stud, you don't get off that easy. I need
that gorgeous formerly straight man meat you got
there. Time to learn nothing beats fucking tight man
pussy."
***************************************
At the conclusion of Harry's intense transforming
liaison, he hurriedly packed just basic belongings
(even leaving behind his cell phone) and exiled
himself with his pursuer to the rooming house, leaving
behind a puzzled and distraught young wife. There he
immersed himself into an existence of sensual nirvana
amongst a wildly appreciative residency. Harry
reveled in the chronic promiscuous and often orgiastic
eroticism, physical intimacy, lewd social
suggestibility, and incessant nudity that are all the
hallmarks of lascivious decadence among gifted men.
To this day, he has never regretted the switch for a
moment. To the contrary, he marvels at the
comparative tawdry and plain existence he would have
endured had he never been targeted by Bearcub or any
of the other talented among the fraternity who make
possible a "joie de vivre" that could never be
experienced by those poor wretches trapped in the
straight world.
Bearcub has that special sensitivity about girls and
young women who are attracted to the sexy lack of
inhibition between gifted men. The jilted wife was
deeply hurt and heart broken about her husband's
switch, but was reassured almost immediately that, in
his way, she was still cherished. She was almost
delighted to be eagerly invited into a world of raw
sensuality she had always assumed would be prohibited
to her. Circumstantially, she along with a few other
"giftie girls" were frequent guests at the rooming
house where she became an impassioned student of the
variety amongst male anatomy. She was especially
intrigued to be in the company of one of the residents
nicknamed "Horse". Of course, she never alerted the
authorities of her husband's seduction. To the
parents of both, they conspired in the charade that
all was normal and they were cohabiting in the married
dormitory at the local state college at the beginning
of the subsequent semester. It did not take long
before she even commenced a secret lesbian
relationship with one of the other giftie girls.
At first, Harry could hardly stay away from the nude
public pools for the gifted. He would nearly swoon
with the seeming sixth sensation of hungering male
eyes drinking in all the most exquisite qualities of
his naked flesh. He would pretend not to notice as
bright hypnotized eyes would scrutinize every twitch
of his male organ predictably stirring and stretching
to life when warmed by the sun while he reclines to
catch rays on the outdoor furniture or spread beach
towel. But soon enough, the switch implanted deep
within his soul, the special need emerged to join the
other talented predators in their ravenous hunt for
unsuspecting comely straight men, to corrupt them into
the fraternity of the blissfully gifted. Such was his
newfound if not always legitimate contribution to the
NPG imperative.
I always welcome reader comments. Please write to
blondeallover@hotmail.com Hope to have future
chapters available soon.